There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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Stowaways

Sylvia’s life forever changed on September 15th, 2017, when her daughter, Kaitlyn – KK – Cook, died by suicide at the age of 14. She gives credit to The Compassionate Friends (TCF) for getting her through the initial months of crushing grief.

Margo age 1 sitting in her high chair putting a toy close to her mouth. Her hair is dark and she's wearing a white shirt. Her mom is kneeling down next to the highchair wearing a no sleeve summer dress. She has dark hair. There are shutters behind them hiding the washing machine. The photo is black and white.

The Enormity Of The Room

I know it may sound greedy to want more days with a person who lived so long, but the fact that my mother was 92 does not diminish, it only magnifies, the enormity of the room whose door has now quietly shut. Stephen Colbert

Upon Awakening

I am a mother, grandmother, teacher; shattered by the loss of the greatest love I have ever been privileged to share, attempting to adopt the poetry and principles of those who have endured before me.

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Why today, of all days, when I drive to a small town where you used to take me to stroll and shop, I get a huge hit of you, I have no idea.

No One Knows

No one knows how truly broken I am. No one knows my true feelings.

Jimmy and Molly sitting next to each other in small animal chairs. Jimmy is reading to Molly wearing a blue t-shirt. Molly is wearing a sleeveless dress and holding a pretzel in her hand.

Islands of Grace

I do not understand the mystery of grace, only that it meets us where we are, but does not leave us where it found us. Anne Lamott

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